My past lives alone. That's why my loneliness wants to live in the past

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

When something means nothing to you, you can do everything you want; but someday, somehow you may have to pay for it.

Our regrets want to bring back many things we leave behind

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.

I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!